Now it all seems so clear, there's nothing left to fear. So we made our way by finding what was real. Now the days are so long that summer's moving on. We reach for something that's already gone, yeah. Of all the things I still remember, summer's never looked the same. The years go by and time just seems to fly, but the memories remain. In the middle of September, we'd still play out in the rain. Nothing to lose, but everything to gain. Reflecting now on how things could've been. It was worth it in the end.
September by Daughtry







